As an unperfect actor on the stage,Who with his fear is put besides his part,Or some fierce thing replete with too much rage,Whose strength's abundance weakens his own heart,So I for fear of trust forget to sayThe perfect ceremony of love's right,And in mine own love's strength seem to decay,O'er-charg'd with burthen of mine own love's might:O let my books be then the eloquenceAnd dumb presagers of my speaking breast,Who plead for love and look for recompenceMore than that tongue that more hath more express't. O learn to read what silent love hath writ, To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.
Shakespeare's Sonnets: As an unperfect actor on the stage
written byWilliam Shakespeare
© William Shakespeare